
He’d always be Mommy’s Boy.
“I’m starving Mommy, what’s for lunch?” My eyes ran down the front of my young son’s basketball shorts. It’d been weeks since I’d seen him. Summer camp always felt so lonely without him. I couldn’t think of anything I was more hungry for than his thick cock but his idea to bring a girl home had royally fucked up those plans.
I’d have to finagle my way around the intrusion.